Snow Drift

Soft, fuzzy flakes drift down all around. It makes my thoughts lazy, spiralling slowly down, merging into one another until everything is cotton-wool. I watch for hours, all sense of time lost in the hush.  This room is warm and protected, all the more so because of the cold outside. It makes me lethargic, disinclined to move.

I lay back onto you, my ear on your chest, hearing your heart beating steadily.  It fills my head, a womb-like thrumming, hypnotising me more with each dull boom.  I could stay like this forever, wrapped up in you, hidden from the outside world.  Everything stops, we're outside time, free to float, and drift, and fall.